I believe in the power of story telling to make a point, so I’d like to relate a story I read in a publication, Bob Proctor Insights, about a mother and daughter as told by the mother.
I had promised my daughter that I would accompany her to a daffodil garden near her house. The day I had agreed to go was rainy and foggy so I was reluctant to go. However, I decided to take the long drive hoping she would change her mind. Upon arrival at her house, she and the kids were ready to leave. Driving through the inclement weather, I wondered why this was so important to my daughter.
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church. On the far side of the church, I saw a pine needle covered path and an inconspicuous, lettered sign “Daffodil Garden.” Around the corner of the path, before me lay the most glorious sight, it looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise.
The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron and butter yellow: Five acres of flowers! “Who had done this,” I asked my daughter. “Who?” I asked again, almost speechless with wonder, “How, why, and when?”
“Its just one woman,” she answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” She pointed to a well-kept frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory.
On the patio, I saw a poster. “Answers to the questions I know you are asking”, was the headline. The first answer was a simple one: “50,000 bulbs,” The second answer was “one at a time, by one woman, two hands, two feet, and a very little brain.” The third answer was “began in 1958.”
There it was the daffodil principle.
That was a life changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who more than thirty-five years before, had begun one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. One bulb at a time. There was no other way to do it, one bulb at a time. No short cuts – simply loving the slow process of planting and loving the work as it unfolded.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principle of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one-step at a time, often just one baby step at a time, learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time.
When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. The thought of it filled my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. “It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to my daughter. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty five years ago and had worked at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”
My wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way. “Start tomorrow”, she said! “It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, HOW CAN I PUT THIS TO USE TOMORROW?”
Lessons to learn:
- Don’t let your obstacles and challenges discourage you from reaching your goals
- It is never too late to start toward your goals.
- Goals are guides that need to be reviewed on a frequent basis and altered as required.
- We don’t achieve our goals by ourselves. Other people, whom I call our guardian angels, help us along the way. We must remember to acknowledge those who’ve helped us on our journey.
- Sometimes we need someone to do to us what birds do to their young: Kick them out of the nest.